Suga & Pac, Puff & Big Lyrics

[B.G.]

Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds

Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown

Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches

We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions

Our relationship like Moses and Jesus

Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us

Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us

Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us

Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin

the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips

back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all

Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"

Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there

Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there

Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there

We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share

I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact

Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract

Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head

Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at

We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops

Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac

[Lil Wayne]

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million

[Baby]

Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns

Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder

You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder

Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer

It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer

We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first

Embassy playboy to hide our riches

Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches

He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter

And if you you fuck wit him

I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches

And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace

It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck

wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats

Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat

and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me

Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill

I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill

It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money

cause we keep it real nigga, believe that

[Lil Wayne]

Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?

[B.G.]

I got love for my nigga Baby
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He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me

Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy

Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?

B.G. and Baby, livin good pah

We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog

Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog

We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog

[Baby]

Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?

What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?

My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time

Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die

Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve

Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells

Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell

I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes

cause I knew he'a be major at one time

Now I done rolled in the flyest cars

It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar

[Lil Wayne]

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?

[Baby]

Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy

We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga

We clockin it's all gravy

If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches

We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's

Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee

It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?

We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga

Get it how you live playboy

How you luv that nigga?

If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga

I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece

How's that look nigga? That's a hundred

I done put two hundred G's on my grill

My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit

Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes

How you luv that playboy?

Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles

Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more

Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's

Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's

Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's

Nigga homes costin two mill-ion

Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators

Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters

It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?

Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)

Big Tymers Suga & Pac, Puff & Big